You know they know you lied
missteps all amplified
Don’t walk away from the scene of this crime
You are in way too deep and out of time

When you feel done wrong by all
Trust the guy in the long-haul
‘Cause away sounds like paradise
And anywhere else will suffice

But you’re just running away from you
And all of those sins you did accrue
You are driving yourself insane
Stop pulling at your self-made chain

With the key like a baton in your hand
You’re the leader of this one-man band
You’ve consumed with manic damage control
All while free on self-imposed parole

The punishment is far far less
Then these fears that you let coalesce
Now it is just you versus you
And all the things you knew were true

I always used to wonder why things ended
Why "the end" was such a hard thing to admit
Why there were tears
Why there was no smiles to be found
I didn't understand why people would be so sad
Besides the end was just a new beginning
Then I grew up
I realized the end does in fact bring a new beginning
But that new beginning is something that you cant control
Its a change that is almost always expected
Yet no one sees it coming
I get it now
Sometimes "the end" is just to hard to bare

There's blood on my hands.
Dripping like tears from the tips of my fingers,
Crying out to the ground for redemption.
Great Mother listen to its call.
Fill the world with cries so deafening that they can only be carried on the wind.
Let it seep into the ground I walk,
To mark each step as the next to my last.
Keep a record of my sins.
For I am no more than the dust blown away by the crying wind.
Scattered and spread thin.
Cursed by the blood I spilled.

No more poems
written March 22nd 2021

This is it, I am quite sure
today is the day
there are no more poems

Inspiration is gone
not even a mirage of it
left in the desert of my mind

I will forever
read other people's poems
and there will be no spark in me

No answering yes Yes YES!
What a lovely word, idea, image
that makes me want to write

In the past inspiration was often my friend
lighting up my days and nights
but now no more mine

This is it, I am quite sure
today is the day
there are no more poems

But look! One just darted by
excuse me while I chase after
this one last poem.

So sweet, the man without hands or feet
He is the spitting image of my daughter's ideal
Tie, briefcase, portly belly
Perfectly powerful
If only I (and she) could keep this picture forever

The pulsating heart of the ground
Shadows born from the sky
A clash of light and darkness
Below a cloudy sky

On this green battlefield
Wind pushing the victors forward
The light pushing through
The shadows fizzling into the ground

A tree standing
The only constant of the land
Catering to the shadows and motivating the light

The clouds clear up and the battlefield revealed

The shadows have gotten darker
And the light has gotten brighter
In perfect harmony under this blue sky